I like the way one of your eyes is bigger than the otherand a totally different colorI like that you listen to static on your car stereo on elaborate road trips to crematoriumsI like that you dye your hair the same color it already isI like that you save your pissI like your apartment that's full of pinatasfilled with banana pudding and empanadasDarling, you're strangeI can't keep upI am just a condimentand you're a gallon jugI like the way you volunteer your timeat the airport scanning peoples mindsI like the way you call 911 to report thatyour beverage has stained your gumsI like the way you sewed your own dressout of dental floss and abandoned birds nestsI like the way you vote in every election thatyou "hope the mayor is happy and still gets erections"Darling, you're strangeI'm not up to snuffI have a bus passand you're a fucking mac truck

"perhaps the most offensive and disturbing image I've ever heard in a song" - Hans Gruber